Spent thirty plus years on the Hampshire coast and went out two or three times a month,would always get my ears bent by the skippers, "come and have a listen to this old engine and tell me what you think"

Like Billy Wallace...haven't been out for a long while. I loved it..the smell of diesel, fish guts, stale tobacco from the skipper's cabin..or was it women? And above all, the absolute pleasure in watching your mates hurl their guts up..I can enjoy this as I'm never seasick....schadenfreude is my middle name

So far, have been accosted twice by Cornish Pixies (read fat ugly dreadlocked munters from Droitwich with degrees in aromatherapy and tattoos on their arses), licked by a 12 year old Boxer dog, offered a 13 year old Maserati for £900 and invited to a wedding. Using free internet access from bored barman on his laptop (from Newcastle)

It all seems so relaxing visiting the west country,the countryside can be breathtaking and the people seem very nice ... while their taking your money.

What they really think in Cornwall...

Emmet One of thousands of stinking, sweating tourists that haul their fat arses down to Cornwall every summer and pollute our beaches with their foul stench, beer cans, used condoms and mcdonalds wrappers. Easily identifiable by their crisp red skin, "damn seagulls" hat, and Fat Willy's jumper. fuck off home you nasty emmets.

These tourists clearly add nothing to the economy in cornwall, they just visit and destroy.The Cornish of course are perfect and do nothing to damage their environment.Oh fuck .. was forgeting about St Austell and those lovely piles of shit so fondly known as "The Cornish alps".

I lived there for a couple of years building wind farms. I have never met such a bunch of odd cunts in my life.If there was a trophy for having the biggest chip on your shoulder the Cornish would be world champions. Most of them really dont deserve to live in such a beautiful part of the country. Now being someone who would spend every breathing minute shore fishing, you would think this would be my utopia, but to be honest i was glad to get back to civilisation. Of course if you like pastys and inbreeding dont let me put you off a visit but personally I`d rather spend my money on drugs and prostitutes.

One of my fellow anglers was the village idiot and he had brought his apprentice/son with him. 10 years old and the gobbiest piece of future Asbo I have ever seen.

After ten minutes of a decent swell, he was screaming like a baby, tears rolling down his crumpled face, fingernails embedded in the varnish. After twenty minutes, he was still screaming and blubbing but was by then, completely green.

To be governed is to be watched, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, regulated, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, checked, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right nor the wisdom nor the virtue to do so. To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction noted, registered, counted, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, prevented, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, drilled, fleeced, exploited, monopolized, extorted from, squeezed, hoaxed, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, vilified, harassed, hunted down, abused, clubbed, disarmed, bound, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, derided, outraged, dishonoured. That is government; that is it's justice; that is its morality.